Lincoln is lounging in a chair on the back porch. It's been raining for at least the last four hours and he looks as if he's just come in from playing in it. His shoes are missing his socks are a wet ball near the doorway and his pants are coated in still-runny mud up to somewhere near the middle of his calf. He has a smile on his face and a ciggarette in his hand and Michael sitting right next to him, looking peaceful and mud-splattered if a little annoyed at the smoke the wafts towards him every few seconds.

Sara leans against the door and can't help but smile at the sight of the two men looking so... Calm.

[Inspirations: TheLana and Elissa]

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